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"What do you think is his success rate in overcoming the tribulation?"

In a fortress hidden in the sky, Yu Haofeng stood on the deck and asked Zhu Qianshou.

"At least 70%."

Zhu Qianshou's eyes were very vicious.

Yu Haofeng didn't say much, nodded slightly and said: "Eighty percent."

This probability is already very high.

It came out very plainly from Yu Haofeng's mouth.

He knew that Meng Zhi had such a background.

Even without the Divine Transformation Pill, there is still a 40 to 50 percent chance based solely on one's cultivation and background.

Immortal cultivators say that they have to rely on themselves in the end.

Theirs is a monk, not a strong man who has accumulated resources.

In ancient times, there were no specific prescriptions for elixirs, but there were also people who broke through the ranks and climbed up. Could it be that without the treasures and resources of heaven, materials, earth, and resources, their monks would be useless?

"Thunder Tribulation is so fast!"

"What course is this?"

"The eighth path."

…

At this time, Meng Zhi's long dark golden hair was completely burnt and scattered, and the robe on his body was torn into tatters by the thunder. The protective aura completely disappeared, the spiritual aura was sluggish, and even the originally bright eyes were dimmed a lot. As the ninth thunder dragon approached, Meng Zhi's heart skipped a beat.

"Master..."

"Don't be afraid!"

A somewhat hoarse voice resounded in the ethereal air.

"Do you still remember that magical power?"

"Remember!"

Meng Zhi picked up the seal:

"Devil's heart leads to heaven."

"Yin Shen takes the place of death!"

The phantom that appeared behind him gradually solidified and turned into a shadowy spirit with a physical body.

The gloomy eyes of Yin Shen became brighter and brighter, and the death energy on his body was replaced by vigorous vitality.

On the other hand, Meng Zhi's body was like an extinguishing light. At the moment when the two sides reached a balance, the Yin Shen turned into a stream of light and rushed into the sky.

boom!

The thunder dragon devours the Yin God.

It also exploded in mid-air.

At the same time, Meng Zhi suddenly opened his eyes, and his infinite inspiration turned into a pillar of light that shot into the sky.

The thunderstorms in the sky turned into rain clouds.

"It's raining."

The rain falls.

Standing in the rain, Meng Zhi felt that the fatigue all over his body was swept away.

At this time, a tiny ripple appeared in front of him.

"What?!"

"die!"

A deep voice sounded.

A monk wearing a cloak and a bronze fox mask appeared in front of Meng Zhi, who had just overcome the tribulation.

The three-edged sand pestle in his hand went straight to Meng Zhi's head.

"not good!"

The monk in the bronze mask had a sinister smile on his lips. He seemed to have foreseen the moment when this Taoist genius would fall. When the time comes, this person's death must not be pretty. After all, few people whose heads are blown to pieces are pretty.

Not to mention it looks good, I'm afraid not even a complete body will be left.

Bang!

The monk in the bronze mask looked startled.

The three-edged sand pestle in his hand did hit something.

But it was not the young man's head, but a broad and thick chest.

The chest is very strong, but unfortunately, the opponent's Tao Xing is too low. In the early stage of divine transformation, his chest was penetrated by his blow, and all the internal organs were severely damaged.

If he continues to attack, he may be able to kill this person in a short time, but this is not his purpose.

"court death!"

The wild fox roared.

"The stars rise from the earth!"

The breath of inspiration is like a sand tree rising from the ground.

Miracles appear in the sky.

The Diamond Star Fox jumped up.

The 'old dragon' whose chest was penetrated raised his head and looked at the assassin in front of him.

He recognized this person.

He had fought with this person outside Tianji City back then, but he escaped. Unexpectedly, he was now in the late stage of becoming a god, and he would also assassinate Meng Zhi after he passed through the tribulation.

"what happened?"

Chen Jinding frowned.

Thought:

'Why is the old dragon so vulnerable? Could it be that he was trying to bluff people?'

Tu Shanjun pushed Meng Zhi away and took the black gold blood knife.

Shake gently.

The blood knife returned to its original state.

A one-foot-long Xuhun flag.

Zunhun banner.

Huang Hu was stunned for a moment.

Immediately his eyes widened.

A chill ran up his spine and went straight to his forehead.

"ah!"

Yelled loudly.

Rolling and crawling up to Dunyun.
Chapter completed!